I look at the couples around me and notice how many of them live together, but there’s no sparkle in their eyes that they promised themselves when they first met. And I’m still here, alone, and I think I’m learning to notice the little details: how the light reflects on the window in the morning, how the smell of coffee makes me smile, how words can hurt more than silence. ☕️✨

There’s a feeling that society is saying, “If you’re alone, something’s wrong.” And I hear these whispers even when no one says anything out loud. But loneliness isn’t emptiness, it’s a space for observation and reflection. Sometimes I think being alone is a privilege, because then you see the world more honestly, without filters and compromises. 🌿

But there are moments when you want to scream: "Why is this so hard?" Why do we continue to cling to people who do not see us for real, and sometimes deceive ourselves that "maybe this time it will work out." 💭 Sometimes it seems that we are simply afraid to be alone with ourselves. And loneliness, in fact, teaches more than any romance, because it shows who we are without other people's reflections. 🌌

And here I am sitting on the couch, with a mug of hot tea, and I understand that all this searching and waiting is not the end, but a process. 🔥 The process of understanding that self-love is not selfishness, but a life preserver that holds you when there is a storm around. Maybe someone will say that this is too "correct", but I know: being alone is sometimes scary, but it is more honest than pretending that someone is nearby when in fact there is no one.

Nat